The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Beryl's POV:

I waved my hand to bid my mother goodbye and turned on my heels to follow Arron to line up.

I garbled the cookies in my pocket and began to miss my mother even though we just parted. But I drilled the thought in my mind that it was futile dwelling on unfounded longing when we would be seeing each other soon.

My love for my mother was infinite, and no one could replace her in my heart.

Adding myself to the list as I lined up after Arron, none of us could have braced ourselves for parting from our mothers at this moment.

It wouldn't surprise me to know there were diverse beautiful and lovely children, each unique from one another, in the capital city. Just thinking about how Mommy would actually fancy other children aside from me and my brother was enough to crush my spirits. I shivered. Arron and I must keep an eye on Mommy.

I faced forward and had myself on alert. I set my eyes up front and there I saw the leader of the team-a plump she-wolf who was the picture of a kind one at that. I paid attention as she softly spoke, and it was almost as if she was easy to fool.

I busied myself munching the cookies I got while scanning the area. Everyone was participating in the game.

teacher moved her head from one side to the other as she tried to spot

and waved

hide and seek with us." She

at the cookies in my hands. After a while, I walked over to where they were

But at this instance, I could only sigh as I was left with no other choice. For Arron's and my plan to work out just fine, I had to

of unwillingness on my face, I picked up the ball for them, which surprised the teacher the

me a baffled expression. She took out a handful of candies from her pocket and handed them over to me. "Here, a reward

into my pockets. I was somehow pleased with how things turned out; I got free snacks and I would love to share them with Arron later. The game went on with me managing to behave myself; I was able to

he could that my acting was the worst

to him. Instead, I turned to look at the teachers, who, I just came to notice, were shooting at me with disbelieving glances and were whispering to each other. Perhaps they, too, were bewildered at how unusual I was acting

I shot a stare at the ball in my hand before throwing

behave. If you're not going to be a good sport, then you can rest in your corner. You can wait for the desserts later." Instead of being annoyed by how I suddenly returned to

maintained an expressionless face as I walked to the resting area, propped myself on a small stool, and began counting how many candies I had in my pocket. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

candies evenly for Arron and me. When I counted to